Hail Hail, The Celts are here,
What the hell do we care,
What the hell do we care,
Hail Hail, The Celts are here,
What the hell do we care now ...
For its a Grand Old Team to play for,
For its a Grand Old team to see,
And if you know the history,
Its enough to make your heart go,
NINE-IN-A-ROW
We don`t care what the animals say,
What the hell do we care,
For its all we know,
Is that there going to be a show,
And the Glasgow Celtic will be there.

Over and Over

O-ver and O-ver, we will follow you
O-ver and O-ver, we will see you through
We are Celtic supporters, faithfu
l through and through,
and over and over, we will follow you.
If you go to Germany, you will see us there,
France or Spain its all the same,
We`ll go any where,
We`ll be there to cheer you,
as you travel round,
you can take us anywhere, we`ll
won`t let you down
If you go to Lisbon, we`ll go once again,
In Zaire ye`ll find us there calling out your name,
when you need supportin`, you will always know,
we`ll be right there with you,
every where you go.

You`ll never walk alone

When You Walk Through A Storm
Hold Your Head Up High
And Don`t Be Afraid Of The Dark
At The End Of The Storm
Is A Golden Sky
And The Sweet Silver Song Of A Lark

Walk On Through The Wind
Walk On Through The Rain
Tho` Your Dreams Be Tossed And Blown
Walk On, Walk On
With Hope In Your Heart
And You`ll Never Walk Alone
You`ll Never Walk Alone

The Fields of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
"Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevaillians corn
So the young might see the morn
It`s so lonely `round the Fields of Athenry”
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It`s so lonely `round the Fields of Athenry
By lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling
"Nothing matters Mary when you`re free
`Gainst the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity."
By lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling
As the prison-ship sailed out against the sky
But she`ll live and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It`s so lonely `round the Fields of Athenry

The Lisbon Lions

On A Hot Day In May, Twenty Five Years Today,
We Set Off On Our Now Famous Trail,
We Had Barrels Of Stout When We First Started Out
And A Rake Of Escudoes For Bail.

At Right Back Was Jim Craig, A Notorious Taig,
He`d Pull Your Teeth Out Without Even Trying,
Tommy Gemmill, Of Course, He Could Kick Like A Horse,
Scored The Goal For The Lisbon Lions.

There Was Wee Wispy Wallace, And His Passing It Was Flawless,
From The Hearts He Was Glad He Had Came,
And Wee Bertie Auld, Crafty Bert As He Was Called,
He Soon Stamped His Name On The Game.

Stevie Chalmers Popped Up, And The Celts Won The Cup,
Through The Air `Keeper Sarti Was Flying,
But Yer Man From Milan Did Not Quite Capisce,
He`d Been Thrown To The Lisbon Lions.

Joseph McBride Wore The Colours With Pride,
On The Goal-Charts The Top He Was Flying,
`Cause His Thirty Odd Goals Took The Celts Out Of Holes,
That`s Why Joe Is A Lisbon Lion.